Description: This northern man wears dull yellow sweaters, loose green pants, and alligator leather shoes. Beneath his sweater he keeps a concealed longsword, just in case. His clothes are grease stained in places. His long chestnut hair is drawn into a two foot long braid. He wears crescent spectacles with a black brim.

Personality: He shows great sympathy to all travelers. He's the type to buy drinks and listen to their stories. He is used to getting what he wants. In part because he is a meticulous planner.

History: He grew up in a lower middle class home, but living comfortably wasn't enough. When money was particularly tight he was walking through alleys when he overheard a Interpreter hiring some criminals to sabotage a competitor. He made his way to the other competitor and parlayed his knowledge into a job. Unlike his family, who was content to work in a sleepy main town, he wanted to work in the city. He has been working here for the past few years.

Motivation: To end his boredom; and he seems to be bored by most things

Ideals: Philantrophist, Professionalism. Flaws: Mundane. Bonds: Poor, Immigrant. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Boston accent

Possessions: Black star sapphire (1200 gp). Rose (50 gp). Malachite (15 gp). Golden yellow topaz (900 gp).

Description: He tends to wear a heavy leather apron. Coupled with his rolled up shirt sleeves this gives him a very relaxed look. His attire stands in sharp contrast to his axe, which is beautifully polished and possesses an ornate carving of a butterfly on it. His hair is always cut to a buzz. His gray eyes peer out from beneath his deerstalker pastel hat.

Personality: While he is on the job, he is grim and serious. He understands how dangerous the world is and the need to stay safe. He does not mind isolation but does not hate company and attempts to receive them as best as possible.

History: Calcitro was born the youngest of three triplets. When he was little, his rather wealthy family often ventured across the desert to a summer home near a ruined castle. He would wander through that ruined castle and adventure through it for days. One day while adventuring a terrible storm took place and he was stranded inside. His family spent the next few days looking for him, and could only assume he was dead when it came time to leave. The family never returned to the desert due to the painful memories there. Calcitro took refuge in the ruined castle and found the beat up axe and armor he uses now. By chance he met his sister recently and the two have been together since.

Motivation: To reunite with his absent mother; and he's looking for his big break

Ideals: Extrovert. Bonds: Criminal record, Family, Nature, Adventurer. Occupation: Interpreter

Voice: Hard of hearing, loud

Possessions: Just what you see.

Description: Runty and weak-looking, he wears an old set of leather armor, nicked and torn by the ravages of time and battle. His chestnut hair is thinning but still full. His voice is smooth and creepy, always level, but somehow just slightly unnerving.

Personality: He loves telling others what to do and how they should feel about things. He is stubborn though. He always likes to keep a trick up his sleeve. He likes to fight dirty and will kick and punch below the belt if he feels he even has a chance of losing.

History: He was born a particularly ugly child, much to the horror of his parents. While he appears to be a normal Half-Elf, he's... not quite right. Perhaps he's slightly insane, or otherwise so mentally alien to the rest of the world that he plain doesn't fit in. He is untrained/undisciplined, which makes him dangerous.

Motivation: To share knowledge with the world; and wants to raise his children well

Ideals: Opinionated. Flaws: Ugly, Insane. Bonds: Poor. Occupation: Sculptor

Voice: Raspy

Possessions: 800 gp. 1 Disguise kit. 1 Masterwork manacles. 1 Spyglass. 1 Crowbar.

Description: A pudgy man standing about 4'10" has a big stupid grin on his face most of the time. He wears tan robes with leather pauldrons. Though occasionally he wears more armor. He prefers to carry a mace, but if one is not available he will default to his ceremonial dagger. His head has been shaved. His eyes are likewise violet.

Personality: His tongue was cut out and he uses sign language. He is a ruthless business man, a trait he acquired from his mother.

History: Gifted from a young age, Thamior studied abroad. Brilliant and gifted he never wanted to apply himself. He now has a substantial network of resources ranging from contacts to ships to peers.

Motivation: Retire the richest man in the west.

Ideals: Entrepeneur, Gifted. Flaws: Ugly, Disease. Occupation: Mercenary

Voice: Hollow voice

Possessions: Just what you see.